Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

201 I Know Who Killed Your Mother

Ronan had his hand on the door handle, but he was unable to turn it.

Lillian’s words kept echoing in his mind.

“I know who killed your mother.”

His mother.

Killed.

“My mother died of natural cause,” Ronan announced with a hollow voice. It seemed as if he was trying to convince himself and not Lillian.

She did, didn’t she?

Ronan clawed into the door handle.

The sound of languid footsteps hitting the floor was heard coming behind the Alpha.

.....

“Are you sure?” Lillian’s question was like a blade that cracked Ronan’s conviction. “Not even the slightest doubt?”

Ronan did not know. After he received the call from St. Clarence, he rushed to the hospital right away. Dane Silverback went ahead of him. By the time Ronan arrived, his mother had been taken to the mortuary.

By the time the frantic Alpha reached the mortuary, his mother had already...

“I don’t know,” he said. “I did not even see her body. She was cremated within two hours after death. The doctor said that it was heart failure.”

Ronan banged a fist against the door.

What was the meaning of this?

Was Lillian saying the truth?

Was his mother... killed?

“Well, that is convenient, indeed,” Lillian mused. “After they get rid of her body, they can spin any tale for you to hear.”

“Who?” Ronan heard himself asking.

He waited for a while but he received no answer from the woman behind him.

Overcome with both grief and anger, Ronan turned around swiftly and grabbed Lillian’s neck. The latter was unable to dodge in time. Gasping from shock, she desperately clawed at Ronan’s hand to free herself. Unfortunately, the Alpha’s grip was too strong.

“Speak,” Ronan hissed.

Lillian’s face turned purplish from lacking oxygen.

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing but a series of choked noises came out.

Ronan scoffed from disdain and loosened his grip.

Killing a pregnant woman was taboo.

When Lillian was about to drop to the floor, Ronan dragged her toward the nearest couch and dropped her there.

“Don’t play games with me,” he warned her. “Weren’t you so eager to talk? Why are you all silent now?”

Lillian rubbed at the mark around her neck and breathed laboriously.

“I cannot tell you.”

Ronan glared in her direction.

“Then I am going to destroy you before I find out the truth.”

Lillian shook her head weakly.

“If you kill me, you will never find out the truth.”

“And why not? Do you think yourself so smart that you can protect the killer from me?”

“I am not protecting anyone. I need protection myself,” the blonde woman claimed.

Ronan roared out of frustration.

He dropped his weight on the opposite couch and clawed into his scalp with both hands.

“Alpha Ronan, listen. If you help me and pretend that this baby is yours, I will tell you who the killer is after the baby is born.”

Ronan laughed mockingly.

“Again, maybe I don’t need your help. Maybe I can find out by myself. Don’t underestimate Infinite Eclipse Pack.”

Lillian took a deep breath.

“Have you found Shayla Plainheart?”

Ronan’s face turned ashen.

Shayla Plainheart was an inconspicuous member of the Infinite Eclipse Pack. Even Ronan never took notice of her until Quinn talked about her possible involvement with Gavin Ashmore.

“Let me guess,” Lillian gave him a cynical smile. “You are wondering how I even know her.”

“It’s you,” Ronan growled. “You are the one who set me up.”

Lillian glared at Ronan.

“Will you please use your brain, Alpha Ronan?” She snapped impatiently. “Do you think I am courting death? Why would I tell you all this if I am really the one?”

“Maybe because you came rolling into my pack house, claiming to be pregnant with my baby!” Ronan snapped back.

The two werewolves glared at each other for a while before Lillian decided to be the more mature one and ended the glaring contest.

“The culprit intends to have me marry into your pack,” she slowly explained.

“Well, tough luck. That is not happening.”

“Stop acting like I am dying to marry you, Ronan Silverback. Because I am not.”

“Aha.”

Ronan leaned back on his seat, penetrating Lillian with a disdainful gaze.

Lillian huffed angrily. She was after all the most desirable Alpha’s daughter out there. She did not deserve to be treated like this. Alas, she had no other choice. She had to hang all his hopes onto Ronan Silverback.

“Listen to me,” she tried again, gritting her teeth as she spoke. “We just need to pretend until the baby is born. Then you will find out the truth and you can do whatever you want with the culprit.”

“What if I still refuse to? You know more than I thought, but it doesn’t mean that I will not find out. I am going to find out the truth if it means that I have to chase the murderer to hell.”

Lillian bit into her lip. She did not want to say it out loud, but Ronan left her no option.

“Honestly, Alpha Ronan? You are right. You can investigate all you want, but you are going to hurt people around you, left and right. Once the culprit is aware of their implication, they are in peril.”

“You are bluffing,” Ronan called her out on her theory.

Lillian raised her eyebrows at the Alpha.

“Oh really? Why do you think your mother was killed?”

Ronan was stunned. For once, he was unable to answer.

Why? Why must his mother die?

His mother had no enemies. Sure, maybe Dane Silverback’s mistresses held some grudge toward her, but she already left the Luna position years ago. It made no sense to make a move now.

So why?

Why was his mother killed?

He stared back at Lillian, who did not blink even once.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Why?”

“Because you showed the belt to your mother and she started to investigate,” Lillian told him. “Your mother’s death was entirely your fault.”